Trying hard not to count my chickens…

Have you ever had a great piece of news that you’d love to shout from the rooftops but have to sit tight with it? It makes you feel like you’ll burst at the seams if you don’t tell at least one person.

I’m fit to burst, bust with pride now that I’ve recovered from the shock of an early morning phone call.

This morning our house phone (how retro are we?) rang before 8:00am. I was in the shower (typical), covered from head to foot in soapy bubbles. I heard hubby answer the phone and listened to hear if it sounded good, bad or neutral. I couldn’t tell.

Rinsing off as fast as possible and wrapping up in a towel, he handed me the phone, a quiet smile on his face.

An excited daughter was on the line. Had I seen her texts yet? Well no. I hadn’t made it downstairs yet! Technology is banned in our bedroom. Turns out her final exam results are out for her degree and, before final confirmation (hence the trying not counting poultry), it looks like she has a 2:1 (upper second).

I’m not allowed to tell anyone, so keep it under your hats please.

Happy Friday Eve

Cath, super-proud Mum xx